I hate reading/writing the types of relationship dynamics where one side is just … horrible to the other, but the reader is supposed to forgive them for a flimsy reason (the Edward/Bella dynamic from Twilight, for example). I really really need to see a lot of work put in by the character to earn that sort of redemption and “they’re the protagonist/protagonist’s favorite person” just doesn’t cut it for me.
15. Where does your inspiration come from?
I suppose I could waffle on this one forever, but at the end of the day my inspiration comes from me, the things I want to see written and the things I’ve seen or done and thought “I could make this into a story somehow”.
30. Favorite line you’ve ever written.
Gosh, any number of lines could pop into my head for this one, but right now it’s a tie between two:
“I broke the tangle!” – Bowman Leafwing, distressed upon accidentally folding over the corner of a piece of paper; found in the Brothers Asunder AU written with @nightmares06.
“The enemy is strong, and he is dangerous, but he will be strong and dangerous whether we cower and doubt ourselves or fly out to meet him!” – Scar Wolfblind, wood sprite badass, when he’s trying to get someone pumped up to go fight. It’s appeared in a couple AUs and also the original Bowman of Wellwood story.
37. Most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you.
I don’t really know why, but a quote from the Velveteen Rabbit (one of my favorite stories as a kiddo) has always stuck with me: “ Real isn’t how you are made. It’s a thing that happens to you.”
I guess it probably has a lot to do with the way I (and writers, in general) make things real. Maybe.
Jacob Andris and his family has lived in two households. When Jacob’s father was still alive, the family lived in a small one-story home. In the present day, Jacob, his mother Mariana, and his stepfather Mike live in a two story house that’s slightly nicer than the one before.
At this time, I don’t have individual room layouts planned out (and I forgot to mark the archway into the living room from the hall), but in general this was a crowded but loving home. Jacob enjoyed his childhood in this home and spent a lot of time playing in the backyard.
After remarrying, Mariana opted to move into a house with her new husband so they could sort of start fresh. After years on just her income, it was a welcome change to move into a nicer home where new memories could be made.
Furniture sketch layout. It’s very basic but this is the general layout of the important rooms in the Andris home. One of Mariana’s jobs is a work-from-home job, and she does her work at the desk in the living room; however, everything is kept very tidy and clean. Things are less crowded here, but it’s still a very warm and inviting place.
Want to read more about Jacob Andris? Find his story on Lulu or Amazon!
Ahhhhhhhhh my copy of @neonthewrite’s book just arrived! It has such a gorgeous cover and I can’t believe it’s so big! You don’t realize how long something is when you just read it online. I’m amazed!
I really love this story and I’m definitely gonna be up all night reading it for the 4th time honestly
I’m so glad it made it to you and I hope you enjoy your reread~
( For anyone who hasn’t heard and who wants to join in the fun, find the book here: x )
Light peeked under the hat. Bowman’s eyes widened as the side slowly lifted, and he pondered diving underneath to escape. A huge hand snaked its way under the brim and his nerves shattered. Fingers the size of his body fished in the dirt, looking for him. Bowman tried to evade them, but soon enough one of the giant fingertips brushed his arm.
A fearful squeak formed in his throat as he tried to sidle around the hand only for a giant finger and thumb to pinch the front of his shirt. He twisted away, but that grasp dragged him forward several irresistible steps before the whole hand lunged forward and clamped around him.
The skin was much thicker than his, to say nothing about the strength of the grip coiled around him. Air fled Bowman’s lungs and the hand dragged him out of his prison at last. It engulfed his body from the waist down, with one arm pinned to his side. Bowman felt the human’s slow pulse, heavy and powerful compared to his own, and heat radiated all around him.
He squirmed with every ounce of strength he had, and his wings twitched with him. He pushed as hard as he could on the giant’s thumb as it lifted him up. The huge face loomed close, and Bowman did what he could to ignore it.
By the time the giant was back at its full height, panic had settled around Bowman’s heart like a cage. The giant stared awkwardly at him, and he trembled every time he glanced up at those enormous brown eyes. His attempts to escape didn’t bother his captor at all.
With no other options, Bowman let a desperate impulse drive his actions. He leaned forward and sank his teeth into the giant’s finger. The thick skin resisted his effort at first, and then his sharpest teeth broke through just enough. A faint taste of copper came just before the giant dropped him.
He fell like a stone, taking a deep breath with newly freed lungs. Then, his wings snapped open and he leveled off in the air. He hurtled towards the edge of the clearing with his wings blurring in the night air to bank upwards.
No giant would catch Bowman Leafwing when he was flying.
( To find out what happens, find the book here: x )
With Bowman of Wellwood finally being published, It’s a good time to give a synopsis of the story for anyone who might not know what it actually is (I doubt I have any followers haven’t seen at least a glimpse or a mention of Bowman, but I could be mistaken).
Bowman Leafwing is always flying himself right into trouble. In an idyllic forest haven, a young wood sprite must make his own adventures, and Bowman does so by sneaking out at night to fly in the dark. After a race with his friends is interrupted by an owl, Bowman makes a discovery that the village of Wellwood hasn’t seen in generations.
Giant beings right out of the legends have moved into the forest, and though Bowman was once proud of his lofty four inch height, these newcomers tower over even him. Curiosity and miscommunication land Bowman in trouble, and he is left wondering: are these “humans” enemies, or are they allies?
Bowman Leafwing is a four-inch-tall wood sprite, a species I have designed based on several different forest fairy (and general fae) legends. Wellwood is the name of the forest he calls home, with a village at its center housing a whole community of sprites. They are a pacifist group, though they are willing to defend themselves from predators.
Enter Jacob Andris, a human camper who stands quite tall among his peers at six feet (and he’s not even fully grown yet). When Jacob discovers Bowman snooping around his campsite, he’s too fascinated. Somehow, he will have to work past a very rude (and grabby) first impression to earn back Bowman’s trust, in time for a much bigger threat than a fascinated camper to come to the forest.
I’ve been so excited to come this far that now that I’m here, I hardly know what to say. Years and years of planning and writing and editing (and repeating those steps until I wanted to pass out) have finally come to fruition.
I’m so proud and pleased to announce that Bowman of Wellwood is now a published book! ( Lulu often runs some kind of promotion, so be sure to keep an eye out for extra discounts )
From simple origins as a side project and something to muse about in between classwork and my other stories, Bowman and his friends have grown and developed more than I ever could have imagined. He used to be a nameless little muse, the figure I would imagine flying among the trees whenever I went on a road trip as a kid. Now, Bowman is all grown up, along with Jacob and Rischa and the rest.
Currently, the book is only available on the Lulu shop. However, I am in the process of preparing it for distribution on other sites such as Amazon and Barnes&Noble; more announcements will come when that process is complete. The next step will be to create an eBook format for those who don’t want to have a physical copy with that gorgeous cover (the artwork for which was created by Anthony Avon ).
You are absolutely right, Anon! I wouldn’t have noticed if you didn’t say anything. 🙂 Now I must do something to celebrate the occasion.
Bowman is a wood sprite living in the Wellwood forest. Life for the wood sprites is simple and routine, until Bowman meets a trio of unprecedented outsiders. The newcomers appear to be creatures right out of the old folktales, but no one could have imagined that a human being would tower over even the largest wood sprite.
Artwork commissioned from QuackGhost on Deviantart (Link to Page), @ghostquack on tumblr. If you go to their DA, there are a few other works featuring characters from Bowman of Wellwood, and they are all wonderful!
A story spontaneously came to me before bed, so I had to get it written down. It’s a little sad, I suppose, but not the worst. Reading time is approximately 10 minutes, and it is canon to Jacob Andris’ storyline, taking place the winter after the events of Bowman of Wellwood.
“So, I guess it’s been a while,” Jacob murmured, a deep bass voice uttering quietly from his chest. In the distance, someone walked their dog, and the little creature frolicked along smelling flowers and barking at birds. Crisp winter air contrasted with the pure blue sky overhead, a picture perfect day. There wasn’t even any snow on the ground.
He’d always found it funny, in a grim sort of way, that it never rained when he came there. The movies always sold the impression that it should rain when someone visited a graveyard.
This, friends, is why it’s very important to drop even a little comment on someone’s work if you liked it. Because I am still over the moon about this 24 hours later and I will be for days to come. It’s so important to validate people’s hard work, and it’s really easy these days to read and move on.
Don’t do that. Read it, comment on it.
I promise you that authors do not care if you say the same thing someone else said, or if all you can say is “I liked this.” We are just happy because no matter what you say, it also comes with an unsaid “I noticed you and I think you did a good job.” If you want to keep seeing work you like from someone creating something, you best tell them so.
Original fiction, fan fiction, creative nonfiction, pure nonfiction, whatever: if you liked a thing, tell the author of the thing and you’ll get more thing.